Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.